First, one line from the end of Chapter 37, Crystal Dragon
"Welcome to Liad, gentles. The pilots trust you'll enjoy your stay."
Second, a scene at the end of Chapter 36, Crystal Dragon (if your audience reacts like I do, bring tissues. Even out of context, for me, this one is a tearjerker)
Liad dea'Syl's eyes were closed, his head against the rest. He was breathing, shallowly. Lucky was curled on his lap, and the long, clever hands rested on the plush orange fur. On his far side, Rool Tiazan knelt, his fingers curled lightly 'round one thin wrist.
"Tell me, my friend," the scholar whispered. "Is it a fine world, and green? Will people prosper and do well?"
"It is the very finest world possible, Grandfather," the dramliza answered, his voice steady. "The land is rich and bountiful; its star is stable and gracious. Here, the tree will grow to its full height, honoring M. Jela. Here, may people prosper, do well, and be happy in their lives. You have given us a great gift, and we shall evermore be your children in gratitude."
The scholar smiled. "That is well, then," he said softly, and sighed.
In Cantra's head, the white dragon was lost in the brilliant sky, or maybe it was only that she couldn't see him through the tears.
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Couple from Crystal Dragon
2008-07-09 04:14 (UTC)"Welcome to Liad, gentles. The pilots trust you'll enjoy your stay."
Second, a scene at the end of Chapter 36, Crystal Dragon (if your audience reacts like I do, bring tissues. Even out of context, for me, this one is a tearjerker)
Liad dea'Syl's eyes were closed, his head against the rest. He was breathing, shallowly. Lucky was curled on his lap, and the long, clever hands rested on the plush orange fur. On his far side, Rool Tiazan knelt, his fingers curled lightly 'round one thin wrist.
"Tell me, my friend," the scholar whispered. "Is it a fine world, and green? Will people prosper and do well?"
"It is the very finest world possible, Grandfather," the dramliza answered, his voice steady. "The land is rich and bountiful; its star is stable and gracious. Here, the tree will grow to its full height, honoring M. Jela. Here, may people prosper, do well, and be happy in their lives. You have given us a great gift, and we shall evermore be your children in gratitude."
The scholar smiled. "That is well, then," he said softly, and sighed.
In Cantra's head, the white dragon was lost in the brilliant sky, or maybe it was only that she couldn't see him through the tears.